Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 2-1] The Red Scaly Dragon Pomegranate

Doc! Doc! Doc!

I woke up to hear a loud bang. Gutted and rubbed my eyes to restore my blurred vision. Oh, I must have fallen asleep in my room while trying on a toy that was given as a birthday present.

At first glance I remembered also the Zacky gift comic, the damn thing is my comic! Just watch tomorrow at school, I'll spread the story about him who wants to get close to Fio. Revenge for the book...

Doc! Doc! Doc!

The sound of the sound was heard again. However, that was not what made my mind stop for a moment. The book! I finally remembered the events that happened before losing consciousness. Tama's magical book entitled Alkisah Naga Scaly Red Pomegranate.

Aye! After I took the oath as it was written there, I was suddenly sucked into the book. It was all dark, and all of a sudden my memory was cut off. It ends there. Then, now I ....

"Sam! Get up, and let's go to the square now. Haven't we made a promise yesterday to hear the contest that will be read today!?" Three times a firmer sound echoed.

Sam's? Sam ... The daker! That's the poor farmer's name, written in the book! The person who knows who it is must be wrong to call people. I'm Wanara! Not Sam Daker, the character in the book!

"Wake up now, Sam, or I'll break down your rickety door!"

I'm not Sam! Who are you anyway?

"Go first, Kord, I'll catch up with you later!" I gawked at my own words, for a second before, I meant to say, "Go! you're the wrong guy!"

Goddamnit! What the fuck?

"Yes already. Make sure you leave before the royal army drags you down forcibly!"

Although different, but at least the effect produced according to my wishes. Kord who knew who it was, left with a dragged step. It causes a long rustling sound.

I circled my eyes, looking at the entire space I occupied. A cube-shaped building, containing a rickety straw-bottomed cot, was separated from other spaces using blinds, and a water barrel in the corner of the room. Prabotan potluck with the addition of some agricultural tools are notched in the corner, but it feels too full in a small space of 5×3 meters. That's about as big as this room. I don't know for sure because there's no intention of measuring it either.

Ok! One thing I'm trying to understand right now: is it possible that I actually got into the empty book Tama gave me, and then turned into a fairy tale character, according to the description of the magic writing that immediately appeared on the blank page of the book?

But how is it possible? I've never heard of a technology like this being invented. At the most remote is just virtual reality technology, which is not as great as depictions in games and comics. After all, this is all too real if it's just VR. I could even feel the roughness of the straw on the hands, the stinging itching on the back, and the fishy smell that had since pierced the nose.

The magic? In the modern world is there magic? Well, maybe he is. You see in the movie "The Flush", explained the theory that the technology that was too advanced in his era will be considered as magic.

Yes so. But the bodo time! What matters now, I need to get clarity on what happened to me!

All right, I'm leaving now rather than getting into trouble in a foreign world that doesn't exist where it is. After all by going out, it's possible that I can find a way to return to the original world.

Waitaminute! I feel taller when I stand up and move off the rickety cot. I stared at the two rough hands filled with calluses. The muscles of my hands and stomach were prominent in six hard folds of muscle. I ran towards the water barrel and opened the cover to reflect.

Rigid reddish black hair is like a headscarf, a long nose with broken scars, an oval-shaped face with scratched scars on the forehead, and my eyes are dark green. That is what is seen from the reflection of water in the barrel. I'm Wanara, inside the body of a man named Sam Daker!

The sound of footsteps of the people outside had already receded. If it doesn't come out fast, it's probably true that there will be soldiers coming to drag me. I rushed to the door, momentarily getting rid of the odd thing I was experiencing, while cleaning the tangled canal clothes, which protruded to half a thigh, with the rope tied in a circle as a trouser holder.

My nose immediately tingled as I opened the door. The previously faint fishy air, now inhaled directly into the front of the house, which is next to the fish market. I can't imagine what it would be like to spend the rest of my life in this world. Live in a small patch of house, which is next to the source of the foul smell. Maybe every day I have to keep vomiting like I'm doing now.

"Hey, you! Quickly go to the town square!" a soldier snapped a spear, which drove some residents from behind.

It seemed to be true what that person called Kord said.

I hurried to follow. Not because it wants to follow his orders, but rather the desire to immediately move away from the reach of unpleasant smells around the fish market.

I walked through the market to the crowded part of the cube-shaped house, out of the foul-smelling area, whose walls were naturally brown. Maybe the houses were built with the help of clay as adhesive cement, without anyone intending to paint them with a brighter color. I don't know. I don't care, because now what concerns me more is the pants behind this shirt. Slowly began to sag, so I was forced to hold it while fixing the rope bond that held it, without stopping the step. The act that finally made me fall for hitting something.

Bumped an old man with a moustache, in a mongrel suit. Staring at the rolling bread before entering the gutter.

"Pardon me. I didn't mean it." I stood up to the old man while extending a hand.

The run-down man with the white brew and the long, tangled hair did not pierce. He stared at the bread that had been piled up in the gutter with teary eyes.

"Hey! Move quickly! Just leave that useless rasp!" The soldier who had just passed me snapped without stopping his steps.

I wanted to leave him, but there was a sense of guilt for having made the old man run out of his food, which might be the only meal for today. Hoping to find something, my hand reached into my pants pocket and found five copper coins and three silver coins. Without a second thought, I reached for the Old Man Kumal's hand to hand over all the coins in hand, before passing away leaving him.

"Thank you, son! I'll repay your kindness later."

I turned my head because of the old man's slum. It's blank! The road behind was already stretched without the existence of the old man. The frail man disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. My God, why in this world do I have to meet all ghosts!?

I ran fast with my feathers bristling with fear. Hope the figure does not reappear in a sinister form.